"I believe that once we drive the British out of North America that we will be able to give you a ship," I told him with a smile."I've been watching t...e arrival and sailing of ships here for the last six years since I was beached," he told us. "There are always ships bringing in supplies for the Army. This year there have been more and larger ships arriving than any time previously. They have been receiving two ships a week for the last four months. I also learned that more soldiers arrived. I suppose I could find someone better, but I could do much worse. I can always train you. That could prove an entertaining diversion for a time. I could show you how to live up to your full potential, for Erik you could be so much more than a lowly architect. You have a gift lying dormant within you and I could help you set it free. Between your brilliant mind and my twisted imagination, we could create such magnificent tortures. Why, Erik, you could become my Angel of Death. I think I would. I had started listening to metal and punk music to try to vent my anger. I started looking the part as well, and started sitting in the back of classrooms. My teachers were worried, and not just because of that, but because I had seriously started to show my anger. I had pretty much become a bully by midway through seventh grade. I was pushing people around, beating them up, stealing their shit, you name it. I was in trouble every other week. This further drove my dad to beat up on me. . He stopped outside a girls toilet, wanting to see if he could grab anyone else. Inside he heard some giggles. Maybe about 5… he slipped the door open a crack and saw all the stalls were open and there were 5 first years standing around the sinks, talking to each other. He smirked and pushed his wand through the gap. “stupefactus.” He muttered under his breath. A wave of red light spread out and hit the group, knocking them all out.He swung the door wide open and strode in, looking down at his.